Douluo: Bestowing Ning Rongrong in Marriage, Rewarding the Heaven Shading Method

Gu Rong, unable to save face, sighed and shot into the sky, vanishing without a trace.

"Sect Master, I'll be going on ahead. That fellow is probably feeling depressed. I should go comfort him!"

Chen Xin glanced back at Ning Fengzhi, tossed out those words, then rode away on Sword Qi.

Feeling somewhat bored, Ning Fengzhi shook his head. Just as he was about to leave, he saw the sect disciples around him gather in unison.

"Sect Master, what exactly is going on? When did Princess Rongrong get a Husband? This is far too unexpected! How did we not know?"

"That's right! When did Princess Rongrong marry this guy? Such a major matter was never announced by our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!"

"Sect Master, please tell us the truth. Is this real? Am I dreaming? This is too terrifying!"

Ning Fengzhi had a headache as he looked at the confused expressions of the sect disciples before him, feeling rather helpless.

He had wanted to keep this matter hidden until the end, but today, in front of everyone, his daughter had inadvertently exposed their relationship.

He nodded, then said with a smile:

"That's right. That young man just now is the Young Master of our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. He is Rongrong's Husband!"

Hearing this, the hearts of the many male disciples on the training platform turned ice-cold.

Watching the Sect Master leave, they all sighed and sat on the ground in a daze, as though their souls had left their bodies.

Meanwhile, Ning Rongrong, the instigator of it all, knew nothing about any of this.

Three days later, in the backyard, Ye Xingchen sat cross-legged in meditation with a calm expression. As the spiritual energy within him continued to increase, his understanding of the Initial Bitter Sea Shore realm grew ever clearer.

Just as he was about to cultivate a little longer, he suddenly heard movement in front of him, followed by the smell of something burnt rushing into his face.

"Why bother? I only said it casually, yet you insisted on trying it yourself. This might be a little difficult for you!"

Ye Xingchen slowly opened his eyes and looked at the Dark Cuisine Ning Rongrong held in her hands, unable to stop himself from smiling bitterly.

A few days ago, he had casually mentioned that a woman should be able to cook and warm the bed.

Ning Rongrong had taken it to heart and refused to accept defeat. She found a pile of pots and pans and began cooking.

Over the past several days, either the kitchen caught fire, the dishes were burnt, or all kinds of Dark Cuisine were served up.

"Just try it! Look, the color is already pretty good. I think it'll taste great. What do you think?"

With flushed cheeks, Ning Rongrong smiled and brought over the fried chicken leg in her hand, pleading:

"Don't you want me to support my Husband, raise children, and serve you every day in the future?"

Hearing this, Ye Xingchen felt somewhat helpless. Looking at the little woman before him, her face blackened with soot, he smiled and said:

"Spare me. Last time, I threw up for an entire day after eating it..."

"Can't we take a break? You don't necessarily have to know how to cook, do you?"

Rongrong snorted dismissively, holding the burnt chicken leg as she said:

"I don't care. This young lady has never lost at anything."

"How can something as trivial as cooking stump me? As long as you're willing to eat it, I'll agree to one request of yours!"

A request?

Ye Xingchen, smiling, sighed as he looked at the stubborn Ning Rongrong.

He nodded slightly and said:

"It's a deal. You're not allowed to go back on your word!"

With that, Ye Xingchen endured the burnt smell and picked up a chicken leg to eat.

After one bite, the taste of raw meat immediately filled his mouth, mixed with a faint fishy odor.

He spread his hands, put down the chicken leg, and said:

"Unfortunately, the chicken still isn't cooked through..."

Ning Rongrong sighed awkwardly. Looking at the half-cooked chicken leg, she did not know what to say.

She shook her head and headed toward the kitchen, completely forgetting about the request.

Ye Xingchen followed behind her with a smile. After entering the kitchen and looking around, he comforted her:

"Alright, this sort of thing depends on talent too. Hard work making up for poor talent is all a lie."

"Take it slow. As long as I'm not dead, I'll be your taste tester!"

Hearing this, Ning Rongrong, looking somewhat aggrieved, nodded.

She wiped the soot from her face, revealing her pearly white teeth as she smiled.

"Tell me, what do you want me to do?"

"It's rare to see you this free. Hehe!"

Ye Xingchen smiled calmly and glanced around the kitchen.

Then his gaze fell on Ning Rongrong's apron, and he said with a smile:

"How about I teach you the Cooking Skill?"

Cooking Skill?

Ning Rongrong froze in confusion and looked at Ye Xingchen.

"Is it some kind of soul skill?"

"It sounds pretty interesting. How do you use it? What does it do?"

Ye Xingchen nodded slightly, gently pulled Ning Rongrong into his arms, and casually began untying her apron.

He put it on himself and said with a smile:

"Cooking is an art. The better you cook, the more people will like you!"

"Someone like you is still too inexperienced. You don't really know how!"

Nestled in Ye Xingchen's arms, Ning Rongrong's pretty face turned crimson. She looked up at this bad guy.

She leaned closer and muttered:

"Hmph, I'm not inexperienced at all!"

Meanwhile, inside a branch hall of Spirit Hall.

Two Steward Elders looked at the imposing figure before them, feeling somewhat flustered.

They had never expected such an important figure to come here!

"You are both clear on the matter, correct? There are some things that are inconvenient for me to handle personally."

"You will need to arrange what comes next. Remember, dead or alive does not matter!"

Hearing this, the two Steward Elders hurriedly nodded again and again.

Only after that terrifying figure vanished did they dare raise their heads.

"What is going on? That lord came here in the dead of night just for this?"

"Stop talking. We should handle it. This is an order."

The older Steward Elder said gravely. After looking around, he hurriedly left.

Not long after the two left, Ci Xue appeared again, wrapped in a black robe.

Watching their retreating backs, a glint flashed in his eyes!

The Young Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?

How interesting!

After learning who had killed his son, Ci Xue had immediately wanted to go to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect to demand an explanation.

But just before he set out, that being had quietly arrived.

After receiving a fierce scolding, he gave up the idea of acting personally!

"Just wait. When Spirit Hall's army arrives, I will personally finish you!"

"My son... rest in peace..."

Within the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Ning Fengzhi looked at the route map in his hand and frowned slightly.

He turned to glance at Elder Chen Xin and said with a smile:

"You mean we should use a diversionary strategy and send them to Shrek Academy?"

Chen Xin nodded calmly. Looking at the Sect Master, he said:

"That's right. Their identities have already been made public, so I imagine many people know by now."

"For the sake of safety, let Gu Rong escort them part of the way, then have them head to the academy on their own!"

Ning Fengzhi nodded slightly. After hesitating for a moment, he said:

"I think that will work. They are still too young and need to be tempered!"

"Tempered?"

Gu Rong, standing nearby with his arms crossed, sighed and spread his hands.

"With his monstrous strength, no one could touch him even if he were dumped by the roadside, right?"

"He's completely the type to pretend to be weak before overpowering others. Anyone who provokes him will be unlucky. Sigh!"

Hearing Gu Rong say this, Chen Xin could not help but laugh.

He stepped forward and teased:

"Don't be so depressed. Having such a genius in our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is our good fortune!"

"Once his Soul Power reaches the Soul Elder level, who knows what level he will have reached!"

Ning Fengzhi smiled slightly in agreement, clasping his hands behind his back.

"That's right. The rise and fall of the sect depends on this. I have no path left to retreat!"

Just as he finished speaking, footsteps sounded outside the door. Ning Rongrong and Ye Xingchen, carrying a bundle, walked in.

"Grandpa Chen Xin, Grandpa Gu Rong, you're both here!"

"This is truly flattering. Isn't this a bit much?"

Looking at his increasingly mischievous daughter, Ning Fengzhi smiled.

"For safety's sake, it's not too grand."

"These are One Million Gold Coins. Take them as pocket money."

"After you arrive at the academy, be sure to respect your teachers and listen more to the Young Master!"

One Million Gold Coins as pocket money?

Ye Xingchen, standing to the side, sighed slightly. They really are absurdly rich!

Ning Rongrong, unable to stand his muttering, nodded and linked her arm with Ye Xingchen's.

"Don't worry, Father!"

"With him around, nothing will happen!"